About Me
http://rawbitch.bilddagboken.se
http://www.vampirefreaks.com/u/Rawbitch
http://www.morbidbeauties.com/index.php?Rawbitch
http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=Metallslave
http://www.myspace.com/Metallslave
and so on
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I've got really few "hereos" or role models because I think you're weak if you try to clone yourself into something that you're not. You have to develope in a natural way and you should develope several times, reguraly, step by step; bit by bit throughout life. I've got no particular style. I'm not "EMO", I am what I am. My name is Robert Norgren and my "style", values and beliefs are the one that fit best for me. They aren't my own invention, of course. That's hard to do, to come out with something new. What a pity!
When I was a younger, Wayne Gretzky was one of the few persons I adored/considered as more than just an ordinary human with personalized (?) qualities. Nowadays I adore Children of Bodom/Sinergy/former Impaled Nazarene (and further additional bands (?)) musician Alexi Laiho for his devotedness, his attitude, his creations, his good English and because of his straight hair which I wish I had in possesion.
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The reason music bands become "mainstream" is because there is an inquiry, isn't it? To satisfy this inquiry, there must be a supply that can match the asked for number of that specific article. With other words, bands have to increase their sellings if there is many people who want their album or similiar things. Otherwise, the consumers are not satisfied and they become grumpy (or gladly illegaly download tracks from the Internet, if they are avaible).
I accept the term mainstream, but gosh, I wish that no one else listened to the music I do listen to. (-X
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Lost Beings
Two ancient beings, they crawled in the mud
Both hung in the gallows, they did what they could
Punished for crimes, they did not commit
Deprived existences, not spared a bit
Detached from their souls, discarded, annulled
Manic momentum, as soon as it’s pulled
Obscene obsessions
Of the possessions
Pseudo-yearning
Of a forthcoming earning
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Love’s a Bitch
Love’s a fucking bitch;
Squeezes the shit out of you
And then dumps you in a ditch
In the ditch, you will slowly rot
Fade away, ‘til you’ve become a dot
A dot, as abortive and useless as reality allows
An existence, doomed to die, in the gallows
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Dreary Words
The stars are glimmering up in the cold
The shadows on the ground could get anyone fooled
Flowers that withered, flowers that died
Broken trees with plants that have climbed
A silent lake, made out of blood
Blurred figures, taking a dip in the mud
Never aware of the surrounding landscape
As long as they all believe it’s a fake
For even if no one ever been harmed
The howling moons are never unarmed
They possess the strength of annihilation
Never exposed of radiation
The souls that watch the leafless cemetery
Have never been pleased, have never been merry
Never molested, the comfort’s been total
Still far away from being immortal
Corpses are shivering on the desolated grave stones
The sun has gone down, forth comes the dark moons
Sent by Satan, sent from hell
The sun has died, now it’s all well
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In My Bed After Midnight
In my bed after midnight
I shiver in fright
The calm of silence
surpasses the uproar of violence
Over the threshold they arrive
in under the bed they dive
My passion for imagination
is chained fast on my devastation
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The Depressed Verses
You came rushing into my life like a storm in July
But you were not welcome, I’d rather die
You turned all and everything upside down
Ripped out my heart, thrown to the ground
Inferior, abused, almost dead
Broken thoughts fading away in my head
Manipulated, condemned, decayed and despised
There’s nothing left for you to demise
Diabolical plans, an acrimonious fate to come
Undisputed solutions, from those I have none
Never endeared, neither adored
Not once satisfied, always bored
By malicious seduce, you besieged my mind
For ever and ever, as far as I can combine
Exposed by torment, experienced pain
Never more confident, never more sane
